Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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These words are straightforward and revealing, quite a bit of instructive taste. No one else dared to answer the conversation, only Atai, who claimed to be high in status, dared to say something.

"Uncle Xing He has a long-sighted view, and it is even more frightening to want to come to your Majesty, but Xiao Wang is a little hopeful, and a little scared."

A gust of wind blows by, and the original moody smoke is blown away, leaving no sense of beauty.

Fang Xing smiled, his face grim.

"What is heritage? That is inheritance."

Fang Xing saw that the nobles were listening to the interpretation, and said slowly: "The inheritance of the Han people is too long, it has been rooted in the blood of the Han people, and in the bone marrow, no matter how cruel and powerful foreign races are, they will not be able to rule for long. The Han people, because the inheritance will awaken the indomitability in their blood. Going forward and succeeding, never surrender, no matter how strong the foreign race is, you have to get out, just like the Meng Yuan people who were inexhaustible back then."

Atai can't take it anymore, because there were many Tatars in the Mongol Yuan Empire.

Fang Xing smiled and said confidently: "Remember, live your life well, then everyone will be well."

At this moment, a nobleman suddenly yelled, Fang Xing looked at it, and the translator said: "Uncle, he said he is not a Han, what should I do?"

Tang Saier also felt that this was a problem, so she whispered to Lin San, "They are barbarians."

Lin San nodded and said, "Well, barbarians are barbarians."

"Yes, barbarians are barbarians, we are Da Ming people!"

Those military households proudly raised their heads and said, they were proud of their identity, and would not envy Rong Disheng the least.

At this moment Fang Xing remembered the words of the old man in Pogangdubian: I wait for generations to live here, work at sunrise, and return at sunset. Apart from Rong Di, it is us. What kind of clan do I want?

At this moment, he thought of the children who were reading. They were familiar with the square characters from unfamiliar to familiar, from the difficulty of holding a pen, and the writing was like a dog crawling, to easily writing one by one or graceful with a soft brush, or It is a strong and powerful square character.

He thought of those morning and dusk, he thought of the senior officials, no matter how old they were, they had to smile and bow when facing his parents...

This is the inheritance!

Liu Bang was really good at writing, but when he faced his father who was partial to his elder brother when he was young, he only dared to make fun of the past, and then built a village for his father in the same way as his hometown.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Rong Di entered Huaxia and recognized Huaxia. That is the Han. Yes, it is the Han!"

There was no sound, only the translated words reverberated.

"Rong Di entered Huaxia and recognized Huaxia, that is the Han Chinese."

Yes, if Daming wants to control the world with one hand, he must have an external policy.

The so-called Rong Di is a foreign race.

How to deal with alien submission?

Fang Xing believes that it should be assimilated gradually. Of course, some of them cannot be assimilated, and most of them cannot be assimilated. Therefore, what Rong Di needs is alienation, so that they will decline in the tide of history, and they will not be able to turn over!

"Really?"

Those nobles were overjoyed when they heard that, Fang Xing nodded and said: "Many famous celebrities in history are not Han people, but they all act as Han people, so whether they are in history books or the common people, they think they are Han. This is the truth. The same can be applied to the present."

A nobleman asked cautiously: "Uncle, if we submit to Daming, will someone liquidate us in the future... saying that we are barbarians?"

The term barbarian appeared too early, and it has always been a derogatory term for people in the Central Plains to call people other than themselves.

"will not."

Fang Xing didn't show kindness today and brought people to help. His purpose was to gather the hearts of these Tatars.

"Da Ming has a broad mind. As long as you can regard the Daming people as yourself and follow the actions of the Daming people as your criteria, you will be the Daming people from now on and you will be sheltered by your Majesty and the Daming army."

Fang Xing smiled. At this moment, he is Zhu Di's spokesperson. Wang He behind him will report his words and deeds to Zhu Di in time. If Zhu Di thinks that he has made a serious mistake, he will naturally scold or deal with it.

But Fang Xing knew Zhu Di's mind, this was an emperor who was extremely eager for Daming to stand on top of the world, how could he let this opportunity to be equal to the Tatars.

This is the credit!

Seeing those nobles whispering to each other with joy, Wang He had already typed in his heart.

Your Majesty, Xing He took the heart of the Tatar nobles after a few words. After that, if Atai wants to give birth to a strange heart, he must first face internal opposition, how difficult it is!

Atai was silent for a while, then smiled heartily and stretched out his hand.

Fang Xing smiled, and also stretched out his hands, high-fiving Atai.

Snapped!

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to resound through the sky.

The nobles all beamed with joy. After the news spread, the busy Tatars put down their work and cheered.

Some people are happy, others worry, and even hate.

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"Mingren... really took the hearts of those idiots?"

In a tent, near the inside, an old man with a goatee was sitting. He looked at the man kneeling in front of him and sneered: "Atai is a fool. Those people were gathered by the devil with a few words. Later, he It's just an empty shell, you can only sit and eat and wait to die!"

The kneeling man was startled. He felt that sitting and eating and waiting to die was a state of life that he could not hope for.

The old man's eyes flashed Li Mang, and he muttered: "We can't be enslaved by the Ming people, Atai is no longer suitable to be our king..."

The man raised his head and asked, "Then... do it? To whom? Atai or the demon god?"

The old man said lightly: "Why not at the same time... Is there any difficulty?"

"No!"

The man felt the pressure, sweating on his forehead.

The old man said with disdain: "Ataiben is a puppet. Originally, it was Alutai's puppet. Now he is Mingren's puppet. How can He De rule us?"

The man whispered: "Yes."

The old man squinted his eyes and said: "Go, I am waiting for your good news, it is best that the Ming army is in chaos, and then we can enter Xinghe Fort to looting, and finally take the race to escape and pass our happiness. day."

The man's back was full of sweat, and the tent was already sultry. Hearing this, his breathing began to rush, which made the old man a little dissatisfied.

"What are you afraid of?"

The man bowed his head and said, "No, I am not afraid."

The old man said in a deep voice, "Even if it fails, we can go to the Vara people."

The man raised his head again and said, "The Kovala people will not believe us. They will throw us into the sheepfold and become slaves from then on."

Tartar and Vala are feuds!

The old man's eyes were sharp, and he roared: "That was before, but now Tatar, as an independent and powerful tribe, no longer exists. Don't you understand?! At this moment, we are in a gang with off-friends. He is not a fool. A fool can't integrate the three parts of Wala, so he will only welcome our existence!"

The man shuddered: "Yes, I will arrange it right away, but...the demon **** is surrounded by people to protect..."

"so what?"

The blood vessels in the old man’s temple burst, and gritted his teeth: “That’s an illusion! In Xinghe Fort, the demon **** will not guard against assassins, you understand, idiot!”

The man nodded, got up and said: "Then I will go."

The old man beckoned, and the man came forward and bowed his head.

The old man’s eyes flashed with ambitions that did not match his age~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and whispered: “It’s impossible for those guys to be willing to return to the Ming Dynasty. That Xinghe Bocai will cast another Jingguan, that Jingguan. Can you see Guanshi? It's horrible! That eye seems to come from Hell..."

The man thought of the Jingguan stone, cold sweat came out.

The old man sneered and said: "Why does that demon only make people carve one eye? Because Tuohuan is still there, he wants the other eye to appear in front of the body of Tuohuan. A terrible person, I have never seen such a bright person. If you don't get rid of him, no one can rest easy!"

"He won't be able to fall asleep when he gets the news that Bagen's entire army is annihilated."

The man nodded, then turned around.

"and many more!"

The old man beckoned suddenly, and the man turned around and saw him frowning in thought.

For a long time, the old man said: "Atai is secondary, because as long as there is that demon god, even if Atai dies immediately, that demon **** can still suppress the tribe, so..."